Its cobblestone courtyard beckons you into what looks like grand museum hall—as curated by Coco
Chanel. A pendant chandelier shimmers overhead and two towering sculptural faces greet you as if to say,
"Economic calamity? Never happened. Now move to the third floor for party time."

There, you'll find Balsan, which looks like a black-and-white postcard from 1930s Paris, with
enough marble tables to pave Rush Street. Recharge your batteries with something from the well-stocked raw
bar, or a wood-fired pizza and meat-and-cheese plate. When you want to charge someone else's batteries,
you'll head in the opposite direction to Ria, where shaved foie gras, Scottish Langoustines and a
Peking duck built for two await.

Afterward, there's Bernard's, a plush lounge one floor below. But be warned: the combination of
suede-lined walls, velvety couches and very dry martinis can make you sleepy after a hard day on the
town.